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Today as I gaze out my window, the skies alternate between sun and clouds, the view first hazy then sharp and clear. My ears settle on the rumble of heavy equipment. No matter the weather, it is time.
A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. Ecclesiastes 3:2 NLT
Harvest time is predictable in its coming, yet sudden as well. The fields are checked, rechecked. There is a sense in the air, something tangible. The urge to go like an itch you can't reach to scratch.
It is time to gather in what has been scattered; to rejoice in what God has done; to roll up our sleeves and toil, knowing Who sustains us.
It is time to think about the Kingdom that is yet to come and pray for the labourers.
"What a huge harvest!" he said to his disciples. "How few workers! On your knees and pray for harvest hands!" Matthew 9:37-38 The Message
This was written as part of Cassandra Frear's The Moonboat Cafe Window Views.